Playmates E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Erotic Sexy Stories Collection with Explicit High Quality Illustrations in Manga and Hentai Style. Hot and Forbidden Plots Uncensored. Nude Images of Naughty and Beautiful Girls. Only for Adults 18+.
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 76

Beschreibung

Indulge in an Unforgettable Journey of Passion and Temptation with Emily White's Erotic Masterpiece! Step into a captivating world where seduction knows no bounds in Emily White's latest collection of scintillating erotic stories, enriched with enchanting hentai illustrations. Immerse yourself in a universe where each word is a whispered promise, and every brushstroke is a visual enchantment that brings fantasies to life in pure hentai style. This collection is a daring invitation to explore the uncharted depths of desire, where pleasure unfolds with audacious strokes and details that will quicken your heartbeat. The carefully crafted hentai illustrations serve as sensuous portals, transporting you into dimensions where every hidden fantasy finds unabashed expression. What to Expect: - A Fusion of Literary Mastery and Sensual Artistry - Explicit and Alluring Hentai Illustrations - Stories That Explore the Boundaries of Lust and Fantasy - A Whirlwind of Seduction and Temptation This isn't just a collection; it's your exclusive ticket to a dimension of hentai eros, meticulously narrated and ardently illustrated by Emily White. Lift the cover and prepare for an intense experience fueled by the flame of passion. Caution: This Collection is Not for the Faint of Heart. Are You Ready to Cross the Threshold?

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Playmates

Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures – Naked Illustrations

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Emily White

Copyright

Copyright © 2024 by Emily White

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

Printing and distribution: Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany

Table of Contents

Copyright

Table of Contents

Introduction

1.A man object

2.A quiet evening at the cinema

3.The driver

4.Me and Lucia, my neighbor's mother

5.The first and the last

6.I looked into the abyss

7.Playmates

Thank You!

Introduction

Welcome to a captivating journey where my enthralling stories seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations that redefine the very essence of desire in the world of hentai erotica.

Within the secret pages of these forbidden tales, I invite you to immerse yourself in a fiery universe of unrestrained passion. Every word is a whispered moan, and each illustration is a visual embrace that transforms the realms of fantasy into tangible reality.

This collection is not for the faint of heart. It's a bold manifesto, an invitation urging you to delve into the dark depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that promise to quicken the rhythm of your heart. The illustrations are provocative gateways, guiding you into sensual dimensions where every hidden desire finds its expression without remorse.

Are you ready to plunge into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages themselves transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be carried away into a realm where sin transforms into art, and art seamlessly merges harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire.

Lift the cover and prepare for an experience ignited by the flame of passion. This is not just another collection; it's your exclusive ticket to the boldest manifestations of anime eros, written masterfully by me, Emily White.

A man object

This was my fifth year helping a young gentlewoman friend who was a high-end fashion creator. Twice a year I organized her fashion shows in Milan and press relations.

Then everything would go back to the way it was and we wouldn't meet for six months. But it was fun and profitable. My work was working and his creations were pulling. Nothing mega-galactic, but certainly well established.

That last evening, after the fashion week was over, while the technicians were packing up the collection and the equipment to take them to the headquarters, she and I were left alone in the hotel, which we would leave the next morning. And we decided to have a relaxed dinner at the hotel, with no one to bug us.

- So, satisfied again this year? - I asked her while waiting for the first course.

- Yes yes, - he answered. - Thank God this one has passed too. I would need to take a vacation.

- Flaw.

- Maybe.

We were served tortelllini in broth and began to eat lightly and quietly.

- Can I ask you something? - He asked me while tasting them.

- Always, - I answered.

- It's an intimate thing, - he pointed out. - A topic of... last supper.

Smiles.

- I know you did two models again this year. - He said in the introduction. - At least two models.

- It is false, - I protested. - Who comes to you and says things like that?

- The two models you've made yourself. - He replied, still eating elegantly. - Which makes me think maybe there's a third....

- Damn! - It escaped me to say. - It used to be the men who talked too much. Now it's the women.

- Well, nothing wrong with that. - He said again. - What I wanted to ask you was why you never hit on me.

This time he surprised me. I didn't know what to answer. She was a beautiful woman, yet I had never thought about it.

- Well - I improvised, - I usually go for the sure thing....

- Meaning?

- I only go for it with people who give me the impression that they fit.

- And are they always in?

- No. - I replied before resuming my meal. - You women are always unpredictable.... You often feel like it and say no anyway.

- Can we say that one in five say yes?

- Sort of. - I said, but I had never done the math.

- I don't want to be misunderstood, - she continued. - I'm not hitting on you, but why do I give you the impression that I don't fit in? Do you not like me? How do you find me? Do I have problems? I need to know the answer.

I realized I wasn't the only one admiring it but found it inaccessible.

- Well, your models stay naked with me for a week and....

- You've always told me that just because a woman takes her clothes off easily doesn't automatically mean she's into it.

- True, - I confirmed. - But you have to admit that a certain complicity does arise. Then in the evening, alone, the desire loaded during the day can emerge... You know that girls can't date the competition...

- So - he insisted looking at me, - what am I missing?

- You are a beautiful aristocratic woman. - I replied. - You have poise, culture, creativity, professionalism, and intelligence....

- I meant physically. - He cut it short.

I had thought right. He was afraid he wouldn't be liked.

- Character traits also play an important role in sex appeal. - I replied. - Believe me.

- Come on, then. Answer. We've been friends forever.

I looked at her face.

- You have a gorgeous face and a great ass.

- So I know where you'd put it if I slept with you. Am I wrong?

- Annabella...! - I stopped her. - I've never heard you talk like that.

- There's always a first time, - she said dryly. - Then tell me why you never hit on me. What's wrong with me? I repeat: I need to know. I absolutely do not want to sleep with you.

He really looked like he wanted to have an honest answer.

- I told you. - I replied after a while. - You give the impression that you're not into it. You're too... aristocratic. Perfect. Elegant... Out of reach.

We resumed eating in silence.

- So. to be more precise, - he insisted. - You wouldn't like to sleep with me because I'm... antiseptic?

- But no, what did you understand!

- Then answer: if I slept with you, what would you like to do to me?

My answer had been too vague and not enough for her. I looked at her questioningly.

- It's just a question, - he repeated. - I'm not trying to trick you, and I'm not envious of our models. I just want to know what my body communicates to a man. What would you like to do to me?

She had gone straight to the point, as was her habit in her work as well.

I continued to eat, then set down the cutlery and wiped my lips. I'd had time to think about it.

- I would bite your ass and kiss your pussy.

He had an imperceptible quiver. Maybe I had been too raw.

Dinner ended without saying anything else about sex. We went to the bar to get something and then, exhausted, decided to retire.

We took the elevator and, as always, I escorted her to her room. A matter of politeness. She opened the door with the key card and, as always, I kissed her hand. I don't know why I never kissed any of the girls I'd slept with.

I was on my way to my room when Annamaria called me. I went back to her standing in the doorway.

- Is it true what you told me before? - He asked.

- Maybe not everything, - I answered smiling. - It depends on what you're referring to.

- Is it true that I inspire you what you said?

- Yes, - I confirmed elegantly. - I would bite your ass and kiss your sex.

- Come in, - he said. - I want to tell you something.

I walked in.

- Would you like to be treated as an object man?

- An "object man"? - I asked surprised. - And what does that mean? That's not what I meant...

- Would you feel up to doing just and everything the woman commands you to do?

I thought about it, without being able to imagine the scene. But something clicked inside me.

- Yes, - I answered in the dark. - I never did what the woman didn't want.

- This is about doing what the woman wants.

- Well - I replied, - so by the look of it, it should not be bad to do what the woman wants.

- Go to your room and come back in fifteen minutes. - He replied. - I'll freshen up a bit and then do with you what I want.

She closed the door as if to prevent herself from having second thoughts. It hadn't even occurred to her that I might say no.

I freshened up, too. I put on my bathrobe, opened the door ajar and looked to see if there were people in the hallway. It was free, so I went out and went to Annamaria's room. I knocked on the door and it opened immediately.

She was also in a bathrobe and smelled like lavender or something.

He had also turned on the radio at low volume and left only the desk light on. I stood by waiting for instructions. After a while, she uncovered her leg from her bathrobe. A graceful leg, as could be expected of an aristocrat like her.

- Lick my feet. - He said with determined gentleness.